Beginning Of Love (Completed)

CHAPTER 14

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Arnav's POV

(One month later after the message from the last chapter)

Just when I thought that the six months had flew by and that Khushi would be coming home soon, she threw a bomb. A nuclear bomb that her training got extended by a month. That's 30 more days without her. 720 hours. 43,200 minutes without her.

I don't why I feel like a lovesick puppy. Does she miss me as badly as I do? Or did Her Royal Highness totally forget me?

(A week later)

When I came home late from work, I stumbled to the door. God, the house has been so vacant without Khushi. Thank God, Scooby was with me else I swear I would have gone a little crazy. At least, he took my mind off her. Poor guy was also missing since I found him chewing on Khushi's things, many a time.

Also, Nk and Lavanya broke off and Khushi literally chewed my ear about it, for a good one hour on call. She was the biggest cheerleader for their relationship. Apparently, Nk felt that he had not gotten over his ex-girlfriend and that he's still hung up on her, and that he feels that Lavanya deserves more. So, he called it off, after six months of dating.

However, today I opened the door to find my wife, standing in all glory, with Scooby happily swaging his tail, between her legs. This is a dream. I am dreaming. I guess it's probably the lack of sleep affecting my brain.

Khushi can't be here since she still has 21 days of more training to go. Also, she would have informed me of the flight, so that I could have picked up from the airport.

"Hi" - the ghost version of Khushi greeted me.

It's official. I am hearing things. I badly need to catch up on my much-needed nap.

I ignored my imaginary version of Khushi and went to the bedroom, to sleep. 'Khushi' looked at me confused and lightly sad, until Scooby pounced on me making me hit my head on the floor and 'Khushi' helped me up and rubbing the back of my head.

That felt real. Am I still dreaming? Or is she really here?

"Please tell me that I am not dreaming." - I felt stupid, asking for reassurance from the ghost of my wife.

I watched the sad & tired eyes of 'Khushi' morph into that of curiosity, silliness and happiness.

I continued to rant to the ghost of my wife - "I have slept so little I can now officially smell colors."

'Khushi' kiss me on my lips.I felt that kiss. IT IS NOT A DREAM!!!

I AM NOT DREAMING.

SHE'S HERE. MY WIFE IS HOME.

This is not the picture that I imagined myself to be in my heard. Never in a million years did I imagine seeing each other again after months of being apart and me ignoring her. And worst, I thought her to a ghost.

I whispered her name in shock, not believing that the love of my life is standing in front of me after what felt like forever. I literally run towards her, covering up  what little distance was there between us. With tears in my eyes, embracing her almost painfully, desperate to touch her after months of loneliness and only dreaming about the way it felt to hold her again. We squeezed each other like pythons and didn't ever want to let go. I guess we also cried at some point and then laughed it out and only pull back to choke out,"I've missed you, so so much," only to kiss each other with so much eagerness and passion and desperation because god, she's here now and she's in my arms and I never want to lose her ever again.